Pop-A-Lot

Pop-A-Lot

 Newport News, Virginia, USA
SoloHip HopIndie

If you could find A mix between Soul music and Trap Music you'll Come across "Buck Music" which is the GENRE I consider myself to make Speaking everyday stories about things that happen in most urban Communities in the U.S today.
Ranging in topics from God to The Madatory Minimum Sentencing Guidelines

Biography

With a grind that outshines most artists, Bad News, VA rap lyricist, Pop-A-Lot, has become a rising star over the course of the last eighteen months due to his mixtape hustle, hot lyrics, and undeniable flow.

Consciously making a name for his city's hip-hop reputation, Pop-A-Lot's sound is uniquely attributed to his experiences from his childhood. Pop-A-Lot, whose real name is Robert Hamilton, was born in Brooklyn, NY in February 1983. After a problem with him skipping school was discovered, Pop-A-Lot was sent to live with his father in Dade County, FL. After graduation he settled in Bad News, VA. He began to write at age eight about his trials and tribulations during his traveling experiences after seeing an older cousin do so.

Influenced by artists such as Nas, E-40, and Scarface, Pop-A-Lot was able to start using his tales to create lyrics. By age twelve, he had already won several talent shows, and started a group 'Pos and Neg' with Upcoming artist Torae.

After touching down in VA, Pop-A-Lot laid down the foundation to begin a hip-hop career. He kept busy recording at a local studio "The Lab" in Newport News, VA. Pop-A-Lot then formed 'TrapHouse Digital' who will release his debut Album "Everything To Gain" in Dec, 2013.

Lyrics

Blowfish

Written By: Pop-A-Lot

It's ya Boy pop-A-Lot
I'm On my Gwop Nation Sh*t
I'm Getting Money Homie
What are you doin?
Lets Go
Click Clack

Chorus

Pop-A-Lot My Pockets on BLOWFISH
Shawdii Broke the bank Rubberbands Buldging
Full of Hundreds I can't even stuff no more in
Cause my Pockets On BLOWFISH Lets Go

Ching ching, I'm Back
Don't Stack Money "Where they do that at"?
I aint goin there, It sound kinda wack
Hatred at A minimum but Gwop we gotta lotta that
Chick said She love me
I told her ass to holla back
Now she in A rental Car Tryin to bring that product back
Her mother was A rock star I turnt her to A Pop Star
On the real she said she 1st heard me on She on them Pills
Now her ass on em
LiL man you Know the deal
We BALLLLIN like the Lakers
No Shaquille
"O For Real'
I'm out here getting my Grind on
But you know what I'm Ridin on
Twenty Six inches same size as hogans pythons
She said that my flow was outta space like A cyborg
She bang me on Her Ringtone
Rock Me on Her I Pod
I'm Getting my Shine On
"O My Lawdy"
Down In ATL they call me Hot Flow Shawddi.

Chorus
Pop-A-Lot My Pockets on BLOWFISH
Shawdii Broke the bank Rubberbands Buldging
Full of Hundreds I can't even stuff no more in
Cause my Pockets On BLOWFISH Lets Go

I'm Getting My Money Up
I'm tryin to tell'em
Bit**es Wanna F**K him but I don't let em
Haters like F**k him
But I don't see em
When I'm flyin in that Benz or that B.M
Me and The homies down in ATL and Sh*t
We be 20 deep they lookin at us like we aliens
Homie lets get it
Pop-A-Lot Did It
5 star tellie A couple 5 star chickens
Aint that something I'm watchin the chickens strip
He ask the homie for A bird he served his ass A chicken strip
HUUUUUUUUUH
I stay Poppin Tags
Talkin Fedichini
I Gotta Lotta That
HUUUUUUUUUH
Gotta Lotta That
Hit Her Kick her out
Told Her ass to holla back
Had the nerve to ask me
"Where dem Dollas at"?
All the hoe wanna blow em cause my pockets on BLOWFISH

Chorus
Pop-A-Lot My Pockets on BLOWFISH
Shawdii Broke the bank Rubberbands Buldging
Full of Hundreds I can't even stuff no more in
Cause my Pockets On BLOWFISH Lets Go

Flyin Foreigns

Written By: Pop-A-Lot

Nigga ask me "What UP"
Ticket on dat loud
This that Pop-A-Lot shit bitch turn that up louder
We was caine movin, Now we flyin in them foreigns nigga

650 for the whole thang
If you want it nigga better come and get it
Meet me at the walmart on jefferson right next door to the thrift inn
All I do is get it in
It was him and his friend
"You got 2 zips?"
YESSSS
Served him and his man and I left
Blue dolphin's Flipper
Ballin Like The Clipper's
TrapHouse Digital We Are them Niggas
Got Traphouse on Traphouse
My Bank account get bigger
Choppers on Deck, Dont make me pull the Trigger
Work off White, mayonnaise
This Polo feelin Handmade
Hennessy and champagne
The City down wit my campaign
Next thing you know im ridin down 3-6
In A V-12, No it's not A V-6
All the hoes on my Penis
Its like A movie you gotta see this
Free Twain Gotti and G Son
Im trappin till the police come
Hit my cellie if you need somethin
I DOA white sheet em
Swervin thru the city everybody know my name
Pop-A-Lot Hussien
Ballin, But it ain't A Game.
Noooooooooooooo

Chorus

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students

Verse 2

They said im not A star
Gotta foreign Broad
In A foreign Car
That Dessert eagle Go "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM"
That bitch be my body guard
Laughing all the way to the bank
Like HeHe Hardy har
Buncha Soft niggas thet ain't hardly hard
The Whip topless like this Mardi Gras
Gotta Bad bitch named Molly
French accient bon voyage
And she pop that Molly
She turn up and she party hard.
She Gotta friend named Connie
Be Like "Pop-A-Lot ohhhh My GOD
I GOT ALL YOUR TAPES YOUR FLOW GO SO HARD"
Next thing you know she wanna blow the whole squad
Im ridin round town in A Chevy servin Hemi
Im tryna turn this Chevy into A Lamborghini
Niggas know your boy pack heat like A sauna
And I be in the city any hood that I wanna
Everybody know Pop-A-Lot Retarded
Gotta trunk fulla stinky smell like I farted
All the bad bitches in the hood wanna holla
Smokin Narcotics Nigga Money I got it
Shawty please believe me
This Trappin shit ain't easy
You won't eat if you ain't hungry, You get Captured if your Greedy
Im the MVP im just tryna Score
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Feds Kickin in the Door.....

Chorus

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students

All I did was flex on my way to cashing checks
Mr Bank of America Deposits on Deck
I was At the Wells Fargo like what do you expect
Ridin Thru the trap wit the city on my back

Trap jumpin like Jordan
Pass Of like Magic
Ballin like Bird did

We was caine movin now we flyin in them foreigns nigga
No exchange students

Discography

Your Favorite Rapper's Favorite Rapper [Mixtape] (2010)
Summer School [Mixtape] (2010)
Flyin Foreigns [Single] (2013)